Chapter 19

Deng Li had thought it over carefully. In the original book, Song Chisui was skilled at disassembling human tissue and manufacturing accidental deaths and injuries. Yet the only two cases connected to sexual scandal—one involving Deng Chengxia and one involving Qingshui—had almost identical methods of victimization. Both were abducted, then filmed and exposed to everyone.

This was completely unlike Song Chisui’s usual habits.

In the past, she had once discussed this with a detective. The way criminals harmed people often followed the same pattern. Their circles even had a chain of contempt. Murderers looked down on robbers, robbers looked down on thieves, thieves looked down on extortionists, and at the very bottom of that chain of contempt was rape.

Couldn’t they do something else? Why insist on doing that?

Song Chisui had suffered the original owner’s persecution, so naturally she knew how painful that was—more painful than taking her life.

So she would not use the same method to harm others, unless she was willing to tear open her own wounds again and again to look at them.

Thinking about it this way, everything made sense. Those two cases had probably been forcibly pinned onto Song Chisui.

After glancing at the photos, Song Chisui quickly turned her face elsewhere. Her breathing became somewhat hurried, and the corners of her mouth pressed tightly together.

Deng Li quickly put away the phone.

“Sorry. Did it frighten you?”

Song Chisui’s lashes trembled. Recalling some bad images from her dream, she felt somewhat repelled by Deng Li.

“Even if she deserved it, this is still…”

“Too cruel.”

Deng Li finished her sentence and watched her expression.

Song Chisui did not show much emotion. No joy, no anger. She only lightly moved her wheelchair, turned around, and headed toward the courtyard.

“I’ll push you.”

The path downward was a slope, after all. It was somewhat inconvenient.

Before Deng Li’s hand could reach the back of the wheelchair, the little person in front had already left heartlessly.

“Why are you telling me this?”

After reaching flat ground, Song Chisui stopped and continued painting.

Deng Li pulled over a small stool and sat across from her.

“It’s not that I wanted to tell you. Your Teacher Jian was worried about you.”

Hehe. Jian Qiuyu was probably wary because Deng Li was Song Chisui’s wife, so even her concern for Song Chisui had to be expressed indirectly.

The white canvas reflected the soft glow of the sun, adding a trace of gentleness to Song Chisui’s icy face.

As soon as Jian Qiuyu was mentioned, she seemed much gentler.

“Teacher Jian? She called you?”

“She did. She was afraid something had happened to you.”

Deng Li had never expected that one day, she herself would become a love courier.

If this continued, she would be like a power station stuck in the middle. No, no. She had to complete the mission as soon as possible, handle the divorce, and let the lovers finally become a couple.

Song Chisui’s plain white little hand held the paintbrush and paused faintly for a moment. She did not respond to Deng Li’s words and only continued painting.

“What are you painting?”

Deng Li got up and circled behind her. She did not go to look at her painting. Instead, her chance had come again.

Under the sunlight, Song Chisui’s right hand revealed a section of jade-like arm. A red string was tied around her wrist, and her blue-green veins looked almost translucent, making it seem as if one could see the blood slowly flowing within.

Deng Li bent down and leaned her body close.

Song Chisui felt the person behind her like the dry warmth of the autumn sun, faintly baking against her back. Immediately afterward, Deng Li moved a little closer, and a warm, large hand grasped her wrist.

She could not stop herself from hunching her shoulders, then turned her head to look over.

“What are you doing?”

Deng Li’s face was close at hand. Even her breathing was hot.

“You’re holding the brush wrong.”

Deng Li glanced at her, then calmly adjusted her hand.

Her other hand circled tightly around Song Chisui from the left. Her left hand held the brush, while her right hand held Song Chisui’s wrist. She pinched fingers half as thin as her own, pressing them one by one against the middle of the brush.

“Like this.”

Song Chisui was completely circled in her arms, unable to move. Even her fingers were held and touched back and forth by Deng Li. The voice in her mind resisted, but her body could not move.

“I’ll do it myself.”

“Don’t move around.”

She curled her body inward, but the other woman only circled her even tighter. The scent of agarwood wrapped around her, along with the warm breath coming from behind her right ear, making her thoroughly irritated and hot.

How long was Deng Li going to keep pretending?

Beneath the sparse shadows of sunlight, Deng Li quietly felt the positive value surge upward.

Only, the little face so close at hand had a pair of resentful eyes hanging on it, slanting toward her.

Ahem, ahem.

“Xiao Sui, what is this masterpiece of yours painting?”

Deng Li did not release her hand and quickly changed the subject. Giving up one hundred million was impossible. Absolutely impossible.

The dark, blackened mass in front of her looked a little like a mountain, and a little like… Could it be a coal mine?

Song Chisui replied coldly, “A forest.”

“A forest?” Deng Li was surprised. “What kind of forest is black?”

“What, is that not allowed?”

A dark forest, then.

At that moment, fear began rising in Deng Li. She slowly withdrew her hand.

A bigshot was still a bigshot after all. Just one look and one sentence were enough to defeat her.

A dark forest. Just how gloomy was Song Chisui’s world?

Deng Li turned her head and saw Song Chiqiu, who had been flying a kite, running toward them while holding the kite.

She placed the owl kite on Song Chisui’s legs, then reached out to pull her.

“Younger sister, go play.”

Song Chisui pressed down on her hand.

“It’s inconvenient for me. You go with Aunt Chunmei.”

“It won’t fly.”

Song Chiqiu spoke word by word, her face filled with grievance. Before long, her gaze suddenly landed on Deng Li, and she revealed a joyful smile.

“Big doggy.”

She went around Song Chisui and pulled Deng Li’s wrist with both hands.

“You come with me.”

Deng Li looked blank. Under Song Chiqiu’s enthusiastic invitation, and under the situation where Song Chisui silently agreed to lend out her wife, she soon arrived at the edge of the slope below the villa.

Deng Li felt very awkward. She had grown this old, yet she had never flown a kite before.

Most importantly, she had to fly it with a child whose actual age was almost thirty but whose mental age was five.

They called it kite flying, yet Song Chiqiu kept holding her hand the whole time.

Her fingers were slender and warm, just like the way she looked at Deng Li. It made Deng Li feel a trace of awkwardness.

Before her intimate contact with Song Chisui, she had rarely gotten close to women either. Even walking hand in hand would make her feel resistant. If not for the mission, she would not have pressed herself close to Song Chisui.

Now that a woman other than Song Chisui was holding her hand, she kept feeling that something was strange.

Just as she was wondering about it, Song Chiqiu’s hand slowly moved downward and took hold of Deng Li’s palm, as if wanting to interlace their fingers.

Deng Li looked up on her own and met a pair of eyes full of expectation.

“Hold hands.”

She seemed to catch a hint of a sly smile in those innocent eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Deng Li let Song Chiqiu hold her hand, persuading herself that she was only a five-year-old child and that she could not overthink things. Even a sixth sense could be inaccurate at times.

She turned back every few steps, trying to send Song Chisui a pleading look for help.

But Song Chisui did not care at all. Her eyes and heart were both full of her dark forest.

Forget it. She would just treat this as taking care of a child.

After Song Chiqiu led her up the slope, Deng Li found a chance to release her hand and take the kite from her.

“Sister Qiuqiu, stand here. I’ll fly it for you to see.”

Song Chiqiu was very obedient. She stood with both feet together, her small white feet covered by the shallow grass. When her expression calmed, she looked like a normal person.

“Big doggy, run.”

The next second, as soon as she reached out and spoke, she shattered that calm.

Deng Li held the string and ran down the slope.

For a moment, white egrets flew up together from the lake, and the fish in the water scattered in fright. Fat fish flicked their short tails and swam forward.

Deng Li ran to the bottom, but the kite only flicked its tail in the air before immediately sinking back down.

Song Chiqiu stood to the side, laughing one moment and disappointed the next.

Again.

Deng Li jogged back and released the kite again.

The autumn wind was strong. Deng Li ran until she was panting and drenched in sweat. After several rounds back and forth, she finally managed to get the kite into the air.

Looking up at the sky, the owl was spreading its wings and soaring.

Song Chiqiu clapped her hands and happily ran toward her.

“Big doggy, great.”

Deng Li smiled at her, then looked toward Song Chisui in the distance. Holding the string, she waved toward her.

“Xiao Sui, look over here.”

Song Chisui lifted her head slightly and glanced at her, her expression cold.

As luck would have it, right then, Song Chiqiu opened her arms and hugged Deng Li.

“Big doggy.”

The next second, Deng Li felt as if a sticky plaster had attached itself to her body. The other woman was half a head shorter than her and used her little head to rub against Deng Li’s chin, her chest intentionally or unintentionally pressing against her.

So full.

Deng Li quickly took two steps back, breaking free from Song Chiqiu, and handed the string to her.

“Sister Qiuqiu, you fly it.”

Song Chiqiu did not feel sad because of her retreat. Instead, she happily took the thin string, her eyes full of autumn as she gazed at Deng Li.

“Thank you.”

Only then did Deng Li find an opportunity to slip away.

People with mental disorders might not be able to judge closeness and distance, but Song Chiqiu was, after all, an adult. Her figure was mature, and she was beautiful. As a married woman, Deng Li treated her as a normal woman, so she needed to avoid suspicion. What was more, Song Chisui was right here!

No wonder in the original book, that pervert Deng Li had not even spared the older sister. It was only because the other woman was lovely, and even if something happened to Song Chiqiu, she could not explain why or how.

Truly perverted.

Deng Li walked to Song Chisui in two steps and stood behind her.

“Xiao Sui, rest for a while. I’ll take you to look at the scenery.”

“That’s fine.”

Song Chisui put down her brush. Her pair of plain white little hands rested on her knees.

Mirror Lake was like an emerald pool. White egrets occasionally skimmed across the water, s[unauthorized copy]ending out ripple after ripple.

The water was deep beyond sight, clear and clean. Occasionally, a few fat fish disturbed the autumn water.

Deng Li took a deep breath and praised, “This sun, this villa, this scenery—it’s so beautiful.”

“Is it?”

The corners of Song Chisui’s mouth curved faintly. She suddenly turned her head, showing her side profile.

The shimmering light of the sun was cut into fragments by the lake water, like scattered diamonds, setting off Song Chisui’s face.

Looking at her like this, she was exquisite like a porcelain doll.

Straight bangs, long black hair, dressed all in snow-white, with the only bit of red on her lips.

Only, she had not come to go along with Deng Li. She had come to ruin the mood.

“Someone died in this lake before.”

Was it still beautiful?

Ahem, ahem, ahem.

Deng Li shivered and quickly changed the subject.

“By the way, why haven’t I seen you come here before?”

Song Chisui said, “Sister’s birthday is coming soon. I came to discuss it and see how to arrange things.”

Birthday?

Mirror Lake!

Deng Li counted the time. The wheelchair’s shadow rolled forward step by step under the sunlight, the creaking sound like the final cry of a dying bird.

She remembered.

The birthday banquet! In other words, Song Chisui and Jian Qiuyu’s underwater love-sealing kiss was about to happen!

The sky was vast, the wilderness boundless, and her tiny wife was about to climb over the wall!

Author’s Note:

Song Chisui: What? You’re climbing over the wall?

Deng Li: I’m innocent!

Song Chisui: Breaking your legs will be enough.